Perfect Day

Perfect day.


A sky of lead,


Then dropping

Silver shaded water,

Sometimes in misty drizzles,

Sometimes in sheets of frigid wet.


The air bites

With early autumn teeth,


But not dangerous.


The world is gray,






The chilly rain speaks,

In it’s watery voice,

Of warm coats

And colorful blankets,

Fires to gather around

And covers to burrow into late at night.


The nipping air carries imagined memories

Of rich and weighty foods

Shared around a table,



And freshly baked breads to soak the juices.


The sullen clouds hide skies

That grow ever sharper

As the haze of late summer gives way

To the clarity and sharpness of winter.


Every one of those thoughts marks me a person of privilege,


Blessed to have warm clothes,

And covers to burrow into,

And enough rich food to eat,

And loved ones to share it all with.

Others don’t have those things.

For them Winter is a stalking beast.


This leaden, chilly, rainy day reminds me of that as well.


It’s important that I not forget.


Important to remember the blessings and the needs.


Perfect day.


5 thoughts on “Perfect Day

  1. It is a perfect reflection of a perfect, beautiful day. Can I have one please! We all strive to have perfect days like these and once we do get it, it’s the most amazing feeling there is. Have a great day….best wishes to your family.

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